Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Thanks, Cliff. - Any time, Harry.
Are you ready? l'll be right back.
- Aren't you playing, Coach? - Not me, George. Gin's my game.
That makes you the roper. You bring him into the game.
Ten grand.
George is a con men. Harry's a con man. What's the old saying?
Sam, excuse me. Where do you keep the measuring spoons?
Looks like it's my night, boys.
l'm going into my private stash.
l understand. You'd rather earn it.
Carla,...
Just don't screw it up. Come here, Coach.
l don't even know where to find him.
except they got good sinuses.
- What's the game? - Five-card draw, no limit.
Not a chance, Harry. No way.
- Worse than hiring her? - The second worst idea.
He's laughing.
Sam, can l borrow 20 bucks till payday?
Maybe not.
That's like calling Spinoza to settle an argument
A dime says l can drink the old shot without touching the old chapeau.